I don't own Divergent.
Ten
III.
Christina pulled up the white SUV into a driveway. I recognized this as me and Caleb's house when we were kids…
We were back in what used to be Abnegation.
Except it didn't seem to be what I remembered. It was no longer grey and dull, like a boring rainy day, but it was now nice and bright. Almost like a flower shop, without all the smells of different types of flowers.
My old house was re-painted a nice white color, with blue shingles by the windows. There was a nice, big, two-car garage door as well. Dylan, Emma, Christina and I got out.
Christina and I got the suitcases out of the trunk, and together we brought them up to the front door, the twins already there.
Christina unlocked the front door with a gold key. She put it into the key hole, and I heard a click. The door opened once she turned the door knob. The twins, excitement upon their thirteen-year old faces, ran in, leaving me to carry in their bags.
"DYLAN! EMMA! GET OVER HERE AND CARRY YOUR BAGS!" I exclaimed.
Emma came back first. "I'm responsible, Mom. I came before Dylan did."
"Whatever, Emma." Dylan said as he came behind her and grabbed his bag.
"Ugh. Just… carry your bags inside." I said, with a sigh.
After they went in, Christina muttered to me, "Competitive, are they?"
I gave a little laugh. "Their birthday is coming up, and they really want an IPhone. I told them if they choose to be more responsible that I would consider getting them one each."
"And they turned it into a competition?" Christina laughed.
"Yeah, they did."
Now we were in my old kitchen. It was newly furnished and it felt like… a real home. Not like how it was beforehand, when it was a place that I longed to leave. Funny, now it seemed that part of me was longing to come back.
"Mom?" Dylan said, followed by Emma as they came into the kitchen.
"Yeah?" I asked him.
"Uh, there's a man who kind of looks like a male version of you." Emma said.
Caleb.
"And there is," Dylan began.
"A man who looks," Emma said.
"Just like me." Dylan finished.
I really hated when they did that sometimes, especially when they did it to annoy me. Right now, though, I found it comforting. It was what I would do with Caleb sometimes when we were in elementary school…
"Tris?" said a voice that I sort of remembered.
It had gotten deeper. The man came out of the shadows.
He had messy blonde hair, brown eyes, and ivory skin. He was tall and athletic looking, with rectangular glasses on his face.
It was Caleb.
"Caleb!" I exclaimed.
He raced up and gave me this huge bear hug that I fully returned.
"How are you?"
"Good, good. You?"
"Tris, I am getting married next week. I feel ecstatic." He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I rolled my eyes, and I caught the eyes of him.
I caught the eyes of Tobias Eaton.
It was only about a second, it seemed, yet it felt like a billion years until he cut off the eye contact and ran up to me like my brother had.
He crashed his lips onto mine, and I felt the sparks again. The sparks started off as sparklers, but then quickly ascended into fireworks. The fireworks were like the ones on the Fourth of July. An explosion of sparks.
It felt almost as if time stood still; I forgot about everything going on around us, all my worries gone like they had never existed in the first place.
When we broke apart, we looked into each other's eyes.
"Tris." He whispered in a seductive manner into my ear.
"Tobias." I said back, just as seductively.
"Who are these two kids?"
"Oh, Emma and Dylan? Their kids."
"Obviously."
"No, no. I mean, Emma and Dylan are our kids. Your kids."
And he feinted.